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7 Unreliable Narrators to Twist Your Next Plot
It’s an encouraging thought.
There are more unreliable narrators in literature than we could discuss in a single article. That’s great news for you because your options as the all powerful creator of dastardly characters (or “writer” if you’re into being humble) just blew wide open.
Here are the best of the infinite to get you started.
The best surprise endings hinge on one thing—the unreliable narrator. Unreliable narrators come in rainbow varieties. And they’re the secret weapon behind those memorable plot twists that wow readers and get published.
Whether he’s a skilled liar or just naive, the unreliable narrator doesn’t tell the full story. This is the perfect plot twist recipe. Why? Because the key information your unreliable narrator holds back is the same key information you’ll unleash on your reader in the big reveal.
Here you’ll get seven character types to add to your arsenal. And at the end you’ll get tips for creating that subtly deceiving narrator for the twist your reader never saw coming. Mix and match to make it your own. Or feel free to steal what works and make up the rest.
Ready for the lineup? Here we go!
#1: The Self-Preservationist
The self-preservationist is a deliberate liar. He might lie to save his life. He might lie to escape a sticky situation. Either way, his side of the story is suspect. Which means, of course, the whole story is suspect.
Known Self-Preservationist: Verbal Kint, The Usual Suspects. Verbal Kint, the soft-spoken small time criminal, is the only survivor of a boat explosion. During the after-disaster police interrogation, Verbal tells the convoluted story of how he and four fellow criminals ended up on that boat, the victims of legendary crime boss and criminal mastermind Keyser Söze. The story is purely Verbal’s say so which makes it all too easy for it to be a great big lie. The twist? It is. After the police interrogator releases Verbal from custody, he finds an unlikely number of details from Verbal’s story in photos and documents hanging throughout the interrogation room where Verbal spun his tale. Yes, this means his story was a lie. But that’s not the biggest reveal in this mind-blowing tale. I’ll leave that final detail for your viewing pleasure. You’re welcome.
What Makes Verbal the Self-Preservationist? The self-preservationist lies to save himself. If Verbal told the truth about how he ended up in the boat explosion, he’d never leave that interrogation room.
Why It Works: In the final scene we’re left wondering if anything Verbal said was true. We realize we know as little about what really happened as the police interrogator does. You’ll want to watch the movie again with the reveal in mind, but it won’t feel like the same movie. It’s one of the most masterfully pulled off and memorable plot twists.
#2: The Sympathy-Seeker
The sympathy-seeker plays on our emotions. His lies are all about gaining sympathy. He wants us to see him as the good person in his tale. Or, at least, not all bad. That’s a great reason to lie. And a greater reason for you to suspect his tale.
Known Sympathy-Seeker: Humbert Humbert, Lolita. Humbert is a middle-aged man obsessed with 12-year-old Lolita. He narrates his story of abduction, coercion, and rape while awaiting trial. He takes us through his remorse, his genuine affection for Lolita, and speculates on the childhood experiences that may have caused his pedophilia. Although his admission of guilt makes it easier to believe the rest of his tale—after all why lie about anything if he’s so willing to share his ugliest secret?—Humbert wants forgiveness. And that is a reason to lie. We never hear Lolita’s side of the story. So who really knows what’s true?
What Makes Humbert the Sympathy-Seeker? Humbert did a brief stint in a mental hospital. That and his attraction to prepubescent girls could qualify him as The Psycho type. The difference is in his motivation for telling his story. Humbert is The Sympathy-Seeker because his desire for sympathy drives his tale.
Why it works: The surprise ending is subtle in Lolita. There is no big reveal on par with The Usual Suspects. Because Lolita is a literary tale rather than a commercial blockbuster, the burden of understanding lies with the reader. As a reader, then, you’ll only note how shaky Humbert’s tale really is if you spot that Humbert is an unreliable narrator. That subtlety works in Lolita because Nabokov wants to keep the reader thinking about the story long after she’s closed the book. But what if you’re going for a show stopping blockbuster plot twist? Draw attention to the lies in the tale for a big reveal instead.
#3: The Insomniac
The insomniac doesn’t lie on purpose. The gaps in his tale result from psychic exhaustion. But intentions don’t matter when it comes to the big reveal because it’s those gaps that leave room for the twist.
Known Insomniac: “Jack” the unnamed narrator, Fight Club. Jack is an emotionally constipated insomniac. He joins support groups for diseases he doesn’t have to get the emotional release he needs to fall sleep. Everything changes when he meets Tyler Durden, a spontaneous moonlighter who is everything our narrator wants to be. Tyler drags Jack into recreational fighting, terrorist activity, and a relationship with an emotionally damaged woman who ultimately helps Jack achieve transcendence. Fight Club is a wild ride from start to finish. And even the most jaded audience members didn’t see this plot twist coming—that Jack and Tyler are really the same man.
What makes Jack the Insomniac? Jack’s insomnia creates lost time or hours Jack can’t account for. What was he doing in those hours? The answer is obvious in the big reveal: he was Tyler Durden. Fight Club author, Chuck Palahniuk, pulled this off brilliantly. How? He distracted us before we ever thought to ask the question. The end result is the killer Fight Club plot twist. Every time Jack thought he was zoning out on the couch at night, Tyler was really using their shared body to get into trouble.
Why it works: Sleep deprivation wreaks havoc on the psyche. It’s not a far leap from insomnia to psychotic break. Insomnia and its side effects affect perception. That vulnerable psyche creates an excellent plot twist device because anything could have happened. That makes it easy for you, the author, to explain what really happened in the big reveal. Presto plot twist.
#4: The Hallucinator
Like The Insomniac, The Hallucinator’s vulnerable psyche renders his version of events unreliable. But be careful with The Hallucinator. Used without care, this type borders on that “it was all a dream” taboo—a major no-no in fiction. But if you foreshadow hallucinatory tendencies in your story, The Hallucinator can help you pull off a powerful plot twist.
Known Hallucinator: Sarah, The Descent. Sarah’s spelunking trip goes wrong when the cave entrance collapses behind her and five companions. If that weren’t scary enough, the women uncover a band of flesh-eating cave people who threaten their survival. After Sarah seemingly escapes the cave, we learn that her escape sequence was a hallucination. Turns out she’s really still in the cave, oblivious to oncoming disaster.
What Makes Sarah the Hallucinator? This one is pretty obvious. Sarah hallucinates her happy ending. The plot twist—that she never escaped the cave and is about to be devoured by flesh-eating cave people—is a direct result of her hallucinations.
Why It Works: Some critics argue that this plot doesn’t work. But we can’t blame Sarah for that. The story still packs a wallop surprise. It’s tough to fault someone who hit her head and saw heaven. The Hallucinator still works for plot twists because you can’t believe what she says. Don’t let the naysayers deter you. Any of the unreliable narrators, if used poorly, can come off as a cheap ploy. Try including hints that your character has experienced hallucinations before. This will keep the it-was-all-a-dream reveal from feeling like an deus ex machina let down.
#5: The Embellisher
Like The Sympathy-Seeker and The Self-Preservationist, The Embellisher lies on purpose. Unlike other narrators, though, everyone likes The Embellisher. That’s because The Embellisher’s lies are good natured. Like grandpa’s stories of Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed, we love The Embellisher and his fantastical tales.
But while we may listen intently and love his tales, we can’t believe a word he says.
Known Embellisher: Pi, Life of Pi. After a shipwreck at sixteen years old, Piscine Molitor “Pi” Patel is trapped on a lifeboat in the Pacific Ocean with a tiger he calls Richard Parker. Middle-aged Pi relates his survival story with an embellishment of fantastical details, including his growing relationship with the tiger, Richard Parker. Pi told the same tale to the ship company owners after his rescue. The owners don’t believe his version of events, though, and further prompting forces Pi to relate the truth. That he witnessed his mother’s murder. That he was alone on that lifeboat in the ocean, not knowing if he would survive. That Richard Parker, the tiger, was really Pi’s shadow self—feral, savage, and afraid.
What Makes Pi the Embellisher? Pi tells a variety of tall tales before the shipwreck story. But that isn’t enough. He’s The Embellisher because the plot twist in Life of Pi hinges on these embellishments.
Why It Works: Many of the embellished elements parallel the story’s more realistic events, like his mother’s murder. It’s natural for an imaginative man to deal with trauma the way he deals with life—with his vivid imagination. In this way the psychological elements, and the resulting plot twist, feel true to the character. In other words, the twist works because Pi tells imaginative tales the moment we meet him. It’s not a surprise when we learn that the main plot is also invented. This foreshadowing prevents the twist from feeling gimmicky.
#6: The Memory-Repressor
The Memory-Repressor lies to himself more than he lies to us. But it’s never on purpose. His experiences are so traumatic he’d rather forget them. He’s a sympathetic character. So when his memories finally surface for the surprise ending, we just feel for him.
Known Memory Repressor: Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Charlie, a new high school freshman, suffers from emotional and psychological issues. His journal entries relate memories of his favorite aunt on the day she died. But it’s clear that something isn’t quite right with these memories and Charlie’s associated feelings. In the end, we learn that Charlie’s aunt molested him. Because of his affection for her, Charlie repressed these memories.
What Makes Charlie the Memory-Repressor? We explore Charlie’s memories alongside him. We know only what he knows. But when the repressed memories surface, our view of the story changes alongside Charlie’s. What we thought was the story wasn’t. Even without Charlie’s struggle with depression and loss, the nature of the repressed memories alone makes the reveal at the end feel genuine and true to character.
Why It Works: Charlie remembers his aunt during stressful sexual encounters. The association between the two foreshadows the revelation at the end. The Perks of Being a Wallflower author, Stephen Chbosky, also demonstrates Charlie’s psychological turmoil throughout the story. Things like depression and loss hint that something isn’t quite right. As readers, we’re waiting for something to be revealed. And this sets us up to accept the revelation. The results are believable because anyone would want to repress such a traumatic memory.
#7: The Psycho
The Psycho doesn’t have to be clinically psychotic, but it helps. Want to go subtle with the Psycho? Get loose with the definition. Maybe your character’s form of psychosis is a simple anxiety disorder, for example. But anxiety can cause her to lose consciousness at a critical moment. Maybe she has PTSD, which distracts her from a critical piece of plot information. Whatever psychological flaw you give her, make sure she misses something that you can reveal in the twist.
Known Psycho: Patrick Bateman, American Psycho. Patrick commits murder after grisly murder between office hours as a Manhattan investment banker. What spurs him to murder? A little envy and a lot of psychotic rage. After a whirlwind bloodbath spree, where Bateman slaughters prostitutes, lovers, homeless men, pets, and police vehicles, he attempts to confess his crimes only to learn that maybe he hasn’t committed any at all.
What Makes Patrick Bateman The Psycho? In Bateman’s case, The Psycho title is straightforward. And the foreshadowing? What? Murder isn’t enough? Then you’ll be pleased the foreshadowing doesn’t stop there. Bateman sees things normal people would know weren’t real. Like when the ATM machine readout says “feed me a stray cat,” for example, we start to question the events of the story as Bateman sees them. Did the events really happen or were they just the product of a disturbed mind? What separates Bateman from The Hallucinator is his extensive psychological disturbance. The psychosis that feeds the twist isn’t just about his hallucinations. With Patrick Bateman at the helm, a twisted plot is expected. And yet, the possibility that he imagined these murders still comes as a surprise.
Why it Works: It’s no surprise that Bateman is crazy. Whether he committed the crimes or fantasized about them, murder sprees are not the musings of a healthy man (unless, of course, he’s a writer). His unstable mind makes the twist easy to believe. This story, for all its faults, succeeds because you’re not quite sure which is true at the end.
#8 (Bonus!): The Fool
The fool isn’t dumb, but he is naive. His childlike perceptions help him see through the social constraints that color most people’s perceptions. He is unblemished by experience or society’s expectations. He is painfully honest, charming in his authenticity, and doesn’t lie just to save face or protect other people’s feelings. He’s an innocent just starting out on his journey, and he lacks the social wisdom of the more experienced.
But his too-honest-and-innocent outlook makes it impossible to trust his version of events because he misses key elements of every situation.
Known Fool: Huck, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Huck is an orphan in antebellum Missouri. His abusive alcoholic father kidnaps Huck from his foster family, not for love but to claim Huck’s found fortune. Huck’s father imprisons him in a secluded cabin before trying to stab him to death. But Huck escapes with Jim, a runaway slave. Huck and Jim’s adventures down the Mississippi River give Huck author, Mark Twain, the opportunity to highlight the social problems of Huck’s time, particularly slavery.
What Makes Huck The Fool? Huck is disarmingly naive when it comes to social expectations and norms. He often misses the point and doesn’t understand jokes. Mostly this just creates funny situations where the reader gets the joke and Huck doesn’t. But his naivety also makes him an unreliable narrator. Because he doesn’t always fully understand situations, we can’t always trust that his view of things would match ours. Still it’s his naivety and inherently good perspective that makes Huck immune to the rationalizations of slavery. And he makes us think twice about things we take for granted as well.
Why it Works: Like Nabakov’s Lolita above, Mark Twain’s unreliable narrator creates less of a grand finale plot twist than a subtle dramatic irony. When Huck takes horrible poetry seriously. When he questions the apologetic moralizing that attempted to rationalize slavery. When he sacrifices himself for a slave when no one else would. Or when he decides that a heaven in which he can’t cuss or smoke is no kind of heaven for him. Huck’s actions and perspective highlight the truly manipulative side of social training. It works because it makes readers think twice about what’s really going on in the story. And maybe what’s happening isn’t what you think. Again, literature with a capital “L” focuses less on blockbuster plot twists. But you can still use The Fool to pull off the blockbuster plot twist all the same. How you use your unreliable narrator is up to you.
Try This:
Choose an unreliable narrator from this list. It’s okay to choose one at random. (Quick! Think of a number between one and eight. What number did you think of? Scroll up and find that number in the list above. There’s your character. Easy, right?)
Jot down ten ways that character can hold back key information in your next plot. The stupider the ideas, the better. This is just brainstorming after all. Choose your favorite three ideas from the list and stick them into your draft. Anywhere. First drafts are supposed to look like this, I promise.
Jot down ten ways you could demonstrate or foreshadow that your unreliable narrator is unreliable. Use that list to foreshadow your narrator’s unreliability. Then use these ideas to hide key information. Foreshadow your heart out. And once you have your Frankenstein novel, with ugly bits sticking out here and there, smooth it out with a revision. This writing stuff is easy (says a possibly unreliable narrator. Dun-dun-duuuuuuuun!).
I hope this helped! If you haven any questions or just want to talk, feel free to visit my ask box!!!
YAS. Unreliable narrators are the best!
what? you think i’m just gonna stand there and take it?
Dashboard Dead ASF
Hey all, I’m really looking to expand my connections on Tumblr. Right now, I’m following about 50 blogs, and a good portion of them aren’t very active. So, more or less, I’m only seeing 5 of you. LOL. My dashboard is basically dead. LIKE OR REBLOG if you’re a writer OR a writing blog. If you’re any kind of artist/creative visionary/cool person, I’d like to connect.
I’m a writer with a writing blog. :-)
I'm all of those things!!!!!!
You know what’s frustrating? Being a part of a server, chatting happily with people, laughing together, making friends…
And BAM!
You’re banned.
You try to message people asking why and they block you.
And you have this sinking, suspicious feeling deep down inside it’s because they asked for certain information and you gave it and they didn’t like it. That you poured your heart out and they rejected it, said you’re gross and disgusting. That no one should enjoy those types of literature, that you’re wrong and should go die because of it.
And now, because Discord won’t let you message people without being a part of mutual servers, I can’t talk to ANY of the friends I made while there. I messaged the main blog asking what happened but I’m afraid they’ll block me too.
So if you actually DO like me and would like to chat, send me a PM here and I can give you my Discord and maybe it will let us chat.
I’m hurt. I’m upset. I’m confused. No warning, no questions, no *answers* and no way to defend myself or know WHY. I just… ugh. I don’t feel too good right now.
You know what's frustrating? Being a part of a server, chatting happily with people, laughing together, making friends... And BAM! You're banned. You try to message people asking why and they block you. And you have this sinking, suspicious feeling deep down inside it's because they asked for certain information and you gave it and they didn't like it. That you poured your heart out and they rejected it, said you're gross and disgusting. That no one should enjoy those types of literature, that you're wrong and should go die because of it. And now, because Discord won't let you message people without being a part of mutual servers, I can't talk to ANY of the friends I made while there. I messaged the main blog asking what happened but I'm afraid they'll block me too. So if you actually DO like me and would like to chat, send me a PM here and I can give you my Discord and maybe it will let us chat. I'm hurt. I'm upset. I'm confused. No warning, no questions, no *answers* and no way to defend myself or know WHY. I just... ugh. I don't feel too good right now.
I'm Back!
So hey-lo my hopefully loyal followers! I'm back after a hiatus and hopefully going to be churning out some chapters... eventually. I now live in the cab of a truck and it is soooo awesome. I love my truck cave. Would live in a van but I had an extended cab and no money FOR a van so.... Also working on getting my computer up and running which will mean faster chapters cuz I won't be typing on my phone! Internet is still kind of spotty ;_; Basically was super busy with work, moving into a new... place? Vehicle area? And also having no computer. So yay! Planning on getting some backlog finished :3
This so both beautiful and sad…. oh my god.
Batman The Animated Series is back! …in some way at least.
First still from the upcoming movie “Batman and Harley Quinn”
wait what
I choose to believe that Nightwing and Harley Quinn are going on a date, and Batman is chaperoning.
I choose to believe that Nightwing and Batman are going on a date, and Harley Quinn is chaperoning.
I choose to believe Nightwing and Batman are try to go on patrol and Harley Quinn is narrating it like it’s a date
can we get @unpretty to caption this image
For a long moment, the inside of the car was silent except for the sound of a burger wrapper.
Nightwing started to take a bite, then stopped with a sigh.
Even he could not pretend that this was normal.
“What is she doing here?” he asked finally.
“I’m helpin’,” Harley said, somehow managing to say it quite clearly even though her lips never touched. Her lipstick was a dark matte, and getting a dark matte just right required surgical precision that she could somehow still manage in the back of a moving vehicle without any lights.
“Why, though.”
“In case he needs backup!”
“That’s why I’m here,” Nightwing pointed out.
“Sure,” she said, somehow making the word sound entirely composed of vowels, snapping her compact shut. “Now.”
Nightwing sighed. “I was ten minutes late.” He looked to Batman, who said nothing. “Ten minutes.”
“A lot can happen in ten minutes,” Harley said, primly putting her things back into her bag.
Batman still said nothing, but tilted his head just enough and just long enough that Nightwing knew he was looking pointedly at his fries.
“I’m not apologizing for the fact that I wanted real food,” Nightwing said. He turned around in his seat to look back at Harley. “Have you seen his little protein shake things?
“They’re his robo-fuel!”
“You know he’s not a robot.”
“Yeah, I know that.”
Harley and Nightwing both looked at Batman. Nightwing turned back around in his seat. “I had a busy day, I didn’t have time to eat, so I got some food. It was a totally reasonable thing to do.”
“What’s even your day job?” Harley wondered. “Y'ain’t gettin’ paid for this.” Then she gasped. “Are ya in college now?” she asked, delighted.
“He dropped out,” Batman said before Nightwing could respond.
Harley gasped even louder.
“Now, wait a minute,” Nightwing began, before Harley interrupted by cuffing his ear. “Ow! Harley!”
“That’s Dr. Harley to you, young man.” She looked to Batman. “Tell him he has to go back to school.”
“He’s an adult now,” Batman said. “He can do what he wants.”
Harley narrowed her eyes at Nightwing. “Is that why ya had that mullet?”
“It was not a mullet–”
“Is this what youthful rebellion looks like when a dork tries to do it?”
“You’d know better than I would,” Batman said.
“Hey!” She backhanded his shoulder, then sighed. “I guess I did go to med school.” She reached over Nightwing’s shoulder to grab a fry. “But I also did a lot of coke.”
Nightwing, mid-sip, choked on his iced tea.
“A looooot of coke,” she added, chewing. “In retrospect I was prolly self-medicatin’.” She put a hand on Nightwing’s shoulder. “Not that that makes it okay,” she said. “Listen to your Aunt Harley. Don’t do coke.”
“Yes, Dr. Aunt Harley.”
“If ya needed money for school, ya coulda called me,” she said.
“You don’t have any money.”
“I can get money.” She paused. “An’ I’m real good at gettin’ scholarships.”
“You’re a genius,” Batman reminded her, managing to make the statement of fact sound not at all complimentary.
“That did help,” she agreed.
“Why is she actually here?” Nightwing asked.
“She has some leads on Crane.”
“I’ve been tryin’ to find him so we can have a nice talk about medical ethics,” she said with a grin.
“She wants to cave his skull in with a giant hammer,” Batman corrected.
“An’ you’re gonna try an’ stop me!” she agreed, still just as cheerful. She leaned forward to drape her arms over the headrest of both front seats. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”
my summons worked!!!!!!
Must’ve rolled a nat 20.
Mental Illness in the Horror Genre
Something that pissed me off the other day.
Talking to a guy who knows my parents but doesn’t know me very well, and he tells me that his friend (indeed, a very nice and talented actor) recently put out a horror movie. And I’m interested until I hear the words “So it’s about this guy with OCD…” and at that point my mom and I give each other a sidelong glance.
I say, “I don’t know, because I have OCD and it’s a pretty serious thing for me.”
To which he follows up, “Oh, you don’t have it like this guy! You’re totally functional!”
Okay, dude. Yes, I am standing before you in a fancy club, dressed nice, and looking relatively balanced. But you do not know me. You do not know OCD.
You do not know that I have been non-functional, and that in order to maintain my current balance of sanity, I take daily medication and see a weekly therapist, and I still have downward spirals and panic attacks.
OCD can add to a story, for sure. The Aviator is a great example–albeit, it was on the voyeuristic side, kind of “check out what a weirdo this guy really is”, but his condition was portrayed in a realistic and *sympathetic* manner, because it focused so hard on his anxiety and entrapment.
I don’t need a horror movie about my disorder for a couple reasons. 1. I already live the horror movie that is OCD. 2. Just like people with psychosis, schizophrenia/schizotypal disorders, dissociative identity disorders, and any other number of mental disorder that makes us act in unusual and yes, sometimes frightening ways, I don’t need it to be the hinge for your horror flick, a handy device that makes more people like you scared and misunderstanding of people like me. 3. And for people with the above disorders who may not be diagnosed, they don’t need to be told that they are dangerous monsters and cause them to avoid treatment out of fear. (This goes double for people who experience paranoia or delusions as part of their symptoms.)
This post ended up way longer than I meant, but really, truly, hear me out creators:
MENTAL ILLNESS IS A TRAIT AMONG AN INFINITE VARIETY OF PEOPLE. IT IS NOT A CHARACTER FLAW, AND IT IS DEFINITELY A POOR PLOT DEVICE FOR THE HORROR GENRE. YOU CAN DO BETTER.
*Loudly looks @ the movie “Split” *
For real can we stop this shit along with having horror movies take place in mental hospitals
But imagine that the protagonist is the one with the OCD.
She is targeted by a serial killer who enjoys toying with people, gaslighting by proxy, and ‘maybe I’m going crazy’ works perfectly on all his victims until this one.
Because she knows the difference. She checks that her door is locked a dozen times before leaving the house, so she knows she didn’t leave it open. She unplugs every appliance in the house before she leaves, so she knows she didn’t leave the television on. Her clothes have to be organized in a very specific way so she knows that someone’s been touching them.
Of course, the horror movie aspect comes in when, because she has OCD, nobody believes any of this. Not the police, not her friends and family, nobody. “Everybody just forgets sometimes” or “It’s just your mind playing tricks on you” mouthed by people who don’t understand that she doesn’t EVER forget, that her mind plays tricks on her all the time and this is not like that, this is someone else *doing* it. she has more than enough experience to tell the difference.
When she reports whispers coming from inside the walls, she gets asked if it could just be ‘in her head’. No. It can’t. She knows what the inside of her head sounds like and it’s nothing like this. But nobody believes that.
She can’t leave the house because every time she does, someone comes in and touches and moves her things but nobody believes her. Her family come over to try to ‘calm her down’ which is absolutely zero help. It doesn’t matter how many traps she sets to prove that someone is in the house, nobody believes she didn’t trip them herself. In desperation, she turns to the people in her therapy group. Someone is in my house, moving things, whispering things, and nobody believes me, I need help or I’m pretty sure he’ll kill me.
And they show up, en masse, with improvised weapons and toolboxes, and they search every inch of her house (without making a mess in any way because they totally understand that that would upset her) and when she says the voice comes out of her bedroom wall they start measuring every room and wall and *that* wall might be thick enough for someone to hide inside so they tap on every inch with a rock taped to the end of a broomstick so they’re not in arm’s reach and that bit sounds hollow and that and that and that but *that* bit doesn’t and the serial killer bursts out to find a) way more people than he expected and b) OCD protagonist wielding a butcher knife.
When he’s doubled up on the floor screaming and clutching his bleeding abdomen they call an ambulance because they are not murderers unlike this guy and he gets pulled out and taken to hospital and her friends from therapy offer her a scrupulously clean spare bedroom and help cleaning up the blood and fixing the place up again and anything else she needs.
Six months later she’s back at work, and hears a receptionist talking about how her ex is being kind of creepy and she’s sure he’s sneaking into the house when she’s not home but her friends think she’s totally overreacting and maybe she’s just crazy -
OCD protagonist tells her that no, she is not crazy, and anyone who discounts her fears like that is not a friend. If she doesn’t feel safe, she needs to take steps to protect herself. Would she like to know how to rig some little traps to let her know for sure if someone’s been in the house? OCD protagonist knows some good ones.
Traps? Would they, like, hurt him?
They could. Would she like them to?
Yes please.
@gloriousmonsters
:D this is EXTREMELY relevant to my interests and now I’m mad this movie doesn’t exist because so few promising horror movies are coming out this year
This seems like a good place to mention that I especially love narratives where the MC’s mental illness or neurodivergence helps them out (aside from the ‘white autistic man is good at math’ trope because that’s been done to death) in situations that neurotypical people would have a hard time with - this reminds me of what I tried to do with Sally in The Ninth Daughter, where there’s a monster that specializes in manipulating reality without people noticing - but Sally’s schizophrenic and used to checking and re-checking the world around her for reality, so it doesn’t work on her.
I'd like to watch that movie but someone wrote a book like that??? *saves*
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my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe
We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths,“ I snapped. ”Get on Asda’s website right now.“ His face froze.
“A-Asda?” he whispered. “But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast,” he said.
“Toast,“ I said. ”Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?“ I choked. ”You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay,“ I said, ”but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes,“ he agreed; ”if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh,“ I said. ”Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay,“ he said, clearly thinking hard; ”for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!“ he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!” I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please,“ I cried, standing up also. ”Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry,“ I whispered, ”but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.
READ THE WHOLE THING
I AM DYING
bushime
my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe
We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths,“ I snapped. ”Get on Asda’s website right now.“ His face froze.
“A-Asda?” he whispered. “But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast,” he said.
“Toast,“ I said. ”Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?“ I choked. ”You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay,“ I said, ”but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes,“ he agreed; ”if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh,“ I said. ”Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay,“ he said, clearly thinking hard; ”for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!“ he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!” I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please,“ I cried, standing up also. ”Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry,“ I whispered, ”but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.
READ THE WHOLE THING
I AM DYING
bushime
new genre concept: soft apocalypse
the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch.
people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.
as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.
MAY I INTRODUCE YOU TO YOKOHAMA KAIDASHI KIKOU
A CHILL AF MANGA ABOUT A ROBOT LADY RUNNING A COFFEE SHOP DURING THE DECLINE OF HUMANITY WHERE EVERYONE IS SUPER NICE AND HAPPY AND IT’S JUST REALLY LOVELY
IT IS LEGIT ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCI-FI WORKS AND A HUGE INSPIRATION FOR MY WRITING
IF YOU LIKE A QUIET END OF THE WORLD PLEASE CHECK IT OUT BLESS